User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The War For Mossflower/@comment-3135907-20110802203251/@comment-3135907-20110802204509

Skorab and Blanclad at last enter through the curtain of cascading water. "Hoi, Flecky," says Skorab amiably. "Weagler is guarding our find. You'd better come an' see."
 * "Right, Skorab..." The young stoatess flutters her eyelashes at the young stoat. "Blanclad, you'd better stay and guard while we're out. C'mon, then...?" The young vermin head out through the falls and splash along through the wide stream. Skorab leads the way as they head out of the water and up through the grassy banks to a hill. The lightly wooded area is perfect on a sunny day like this, and they all take their time as the head to the top of the hill and down the other side through a open field of wildflowers. Flecla picks a dandelion and puts it in her bag of herbs and remedies. They go along like this for quite awhile, going over the occasional hillock or dale. At last they reach the base of a rather tall hill, and trudge up the slope boredly. When they at last surmount the summit or the twenty foot hill, Flecla looks down over a vast seashore that goes on and on, with the occasional breaker splashing up on the shore. "So this is it?"